Not all is clear in Shama's rumors, and many things that she tells are at best uncertain. Her words are laced with scorn like honeyed prey, and it would do you good to listen with care, lest the taste of her spitefulness is too much.
Though she had not spoken much of hence she came, Shama had arrived like many before her—driven out from her birth pack on account of her wicked tongue. It was only by chance that she found herself in a place such as this. Elderly and with much to preach, Hosea was happy to accept a crone like her. "Fools, all of you," were the first words Shama had spoken upon meeting the gazes of her new packmates, and the old healer had only laughed. Even with her weird ways and sour temper, many were quick to learn that not listening to her was the bigger of two follies.
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